My first break through...
It was early 2000, I was 23 years old and I was sitting in the consultants office of the gynaecology department at the hospital, being told by an inexperienced young consultant that I had Polycystic Ovarian Syndrom. When I asked him what that meant, he listed off the following:- It is highly unlikely that I would be able to have children If I did manage to fall pregnant, I would most likely miscarry The expectation was that I would have to have a hysterectomy by the time I'm 40 I am high risk of...diabetes, ovarian cancer, cervical cancer & breast cancer. He then said that they didn't really know that much more about it, and I would be best going on the internet and buy books on the subject to find out more. I was full of mixed feelings. I was in shock and felt steam rolled by everything that he had said, but there was also a part of me that was relieved that at last, at long bloody last, there was a name. There was a diagnosis. I wasn't making it up...